( your love is a helter skelter )
YOU ARE A HOLLOW SHELL PAINTED IN YELLOW AND RED STRIPES, A SLIDE WRAPPED AROUND YOU LIKE A SNAKE AROUND YOUR NECK. I CLAMBER UP THE METAL STAIRS INSIDE YOUR SHELL AND MY HEART IS BEATING FAST AS I REACH THE TOP OF YOUR STAIRCASE. I CAN SEE THE DUSTY GROUND THROUGH THE GAPS IN THE STAIRS THAT I CAN IMAGINE BLOOD SPLATTERING ACROSS. I REACH THE TOP AND YOU ARE THERE, BRIGHT OUTFIT AND A CANDY FLOSS SMILE. YOU TAKE THE MAT OFF ME AND SET IT DOWN ON THE COLD SLIDE, A GRIN ON YOUR LIPS AS YOU PULL ME DOWN, TELL ME TO HAVE FUN IN A SLOW, SULTRY VOICE. AS I BEGIN TO SLIDE DOWN, I PANIC, ASK WHAT I SHOULD DO WITH MY LANKY LEGS AND BONY ARMS. YOU WHISPER, HANDS IN YOUR LAP KNEES PULLED UP, AND DOWN I GO. MY BRAIN WHISPERS BUT WHAT IF YOU DONT DO THOSE THINGS? YOU MIGHT DIE. YOU MIGHT DIE. AND I AM OFF, SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND AND PRESSING AGAINST THE EDGE, MY FRIENDS WATCHING NERVOUSLY FROM THE GROUND AS I SHRIEK AND SLIP AND SLIDE. I AM SHAKING, I AM SHAKING SO HARD, BUT I AM LAUGHING AND SCREAMING AND I HIT THE GROUND WITH A THUD. IT IS OVER. I AM STILL SHAKING I AM STILL SHAKING EVEN HALF AN HOUR LATER AND MY HEART IS POUNDING AND YOU ARE ALL I AM THINKING ABOUT.
